God damn Shelby!
Panic was clouding Maggie's brain.
She tugged with her shoulders but she was stuck. While ostensibly helping Maggie remove her coat Shelby had surreptitiously restrained Maggie's hands behind her back.
Shelby had invited Maggie to her room with the pretext there were documents that required her signature. At the last conference in Orlando, Shelby and her five martinis had embroiled Maggie in what appeared to be a botched bar-room hook-up. To Maggie, a widow, that scene was a career killer and nothing (except her two children) came before her career. Maggie's plan for this conference was to keep contact with Shelby to the bare essentials.
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Just half an hour earlier Maggie had been walking down Canal (toward the river). She had her cab drop her at the CVS on Carondelet for contact solution. From there she walked on to the Sheraton. Before Maggie entered the giant glass lobby, Shelby came running out. "Why are you walking?" Shelby asked in her husky smoker's rasp.
"It's freezing out here. C'mon let's get you in a martini."
Shelby, though shorter than Maggie, always took the alpha role in their relationship. Maggie reluctantly followed Shelby into the Sheraton's first floor bar.
Three martinis later, Maggie was in Shelby's glass walled penthouse suite restrained to a dinette chair. "I can't breathe Shelby. I panic."
"Don't worry Sugar, those martinis will ward off any panic."
"Shelby, what is this?"
"Baby, I just wanna show ya somethin," she said theatrically, ladling on her Baton Rouge accent. "But y'all are such a flibbertigibbet I know this is the only way I get ya to light long enough to show ya."
"Shelby, untie me and then show me."
Instead Shelby knelt down in front of Maggie's chair and reached her arms up either side of Maggie's knee length rent-the-runway skirt. Reaching the top of Maggie's hips, she grabbed hold of Maggie's panties, yanking them down. As the undergarments pulled free of Maggie's pedicured feet, Shelby got a surprise.
"Maggie, why in the hell is a skinny broad like you wearing Spanx?" Already mortified by Shelby stripping her, Maggie was completely crushed as Shelby waved her Oprah approved girdle under her nose.
"Maggie, I want to know why you are wearing a girdle? It pisses me off when you skinny chicks do this kind of shit?"
Maggie hung her head. Despite the fact that she was 5'8" and built like Audrey Hepburn the subject of her weight never failed to humiliate her. Head down, she mumbled an answer. Shelby reached up quickly grabbing Maggie's jaw, forcing Maggie to look into her eyes. "What did you say?" Shelby demanded.
"I said they smooth out panty lines and make your dresses look better," Maggie replied, her voice subdued, her eyes nearly closed.
"Bullshit," Shelby said squeezing Maggie's jaw until tears began to form in her eyes.
"OK, OK, stop hurting me Shelby." Maggie's face burned with humiliation. "I have a Mom stomach, it pooches out and nothing I do gets rid of it."
Shelby dropped Maggie's Spanx, gave Maggie a thoughtful, cold blooded once over and cryptically said," We'll see about that later."
She then reached into the back pocket of her blue jean skirt and pulled out four zip ties. One went to each of Maggie's ankles. Once they were secured, Maggie's knees were easily restrained.
"Why Shelby? I thought we were friends. Why are you acting so crazy?"
Shelby was distracted, staring at Maggie's hairless vulva. "Well now, that's going to make this even more fun," she said.
Shelby's hand cupped Maggie's bald peach. Her index finger flicked down on Maggie's clit then disappeared into the cleft below. Maggie exhaled loudly. Moments later, Shelby retrieved her finger from Maggie's gash. Shelby examined Maggie's discharge absentmindedly in the sun's fading rays. She spread her fingers, watching the goo shimmer as it stretched between her fingers. Shelby twisted her head so she was looking Maggie in the eyes and said, "Your cunt seems to be enjoying this. You're such a kinky slut."
Maggie was silent. Shelby shrugged and put her face back into Maggie's sloppy valley. It was an awkward position. "Scoot your ass right to the edge of the chair."
Maggie didn't move. Shelby responded by ripping open the front of Maggie's blouse, pulling her bra down below her breasts. Maggie's breathing increased but she remained passive.
Shelby's left hand grabbed Maggie's right nipple. Pinching the pink bud between her forefinger and thumb she gave it a vicious twist. "NOW MOVE!"
Maggie instantly scooted as far forward as her restraints allowed. Shelby moved back in, smiling as she saw Maggie's impossible yet superfluous attempt to spread her thighs thwarted by her restraints.
Shelby started low, circling her tongue around the opening of Maggie's leaking vagina. Teasing the entrance with the tip of her tongue. The goo from Maggie's hot little peach trailed down, soaking her rosebud-like anus before dripping to the floor. Shelby plunged her tongue deep into Maggie's sopping tunnel of love. Stiffening her tongue she began in and out fucking Maggie's damp grotto. Soon Maggie's hips picked up the rhythm. Maggie began thrusting her mons back into Shelby's face.
Shelby looked up at her restrained frenemy, "Do you like it?"